What was Life anyway? To Tower, it was nothing more than a knock-me-down, drag-me-out, beat-me, kill-me, make-me-write-bad-checks yet somehow sexy-as-hell whore, who seduced you into her bed, then took a straight razor to your balls … From Life’s point of view, murder was infinitely preferable to impotence; natural selection was Her only iron law, and all moral values were empty as prayer and meaningless as a submongoloid’s dreams … Death was a spectacularly stupid joke, worthy of only the darkest derision, an ignorant farce almost as ludicrous as Life Its Own Self … That being the case, Tower firmly believed nothing could be true, and everything was permitted. God—if there was a God—was an omnipotent idiot, and Tower couldn’t believe God saw a dime’s worth of difference between Adolf Hitler and Jesus Christ. Why should He? Tower didn’t—and when Tower died (if he ever died!), he believed the universe would come to an abrupt and ugly end. In fact, the thought of all that infinite, starless, lifeless, everlasting void made Tower … hard.
—J. T. Tower, contemplating “Life”